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solve the enigma of
Kylie.”
    “Enigma. That’s a nice
way to put it. I don’t think I can be solved though, I’m a puzzle
that’s been broken a million ways to Sunday.”
    “What about me? If
you’re so broken, why did you agree to come here?”
    “I don’t know. I guess
there’s something about you too. For one thing, you’ve been here
three days, you should be detoxing from your drugs right now. I
know everyone reacts differently, but when I was at the stage you
are I was curled up in a ball in my bed wishing for death.”
    Daniel’s face hardened
somewhat. I noticed his eyes darkening, the pools becoming
deeper.
    “It’s hard. Yes, it’s
hard. I’m trying to keep my life as close to what it was before,
although it’s not the same. I feel what you feel. I just want to
scream. I want to cry out, I want to hit anything I can get my
hands on.”
    “I guess you just have
better self control than I do,” I replied.
    “I wouldn’t say that.
But you’re right, it’s very, very difficult. Now, why don’t we try
lunges?”
    “I’d like that,” I
replied, smiling as Daniel helped me up from the bench I was
sitting on.
    “First I’ll show you
how it’s done,” Daniel told me. He stood up straight, then
explained what he was going to do. “I’m going to step forward,
bringing my front leg down to a 90 degree angle, until my back knee
just about but doesn’t quite hit the ground. Then I get back up and
repeat the same thing with the other leg.”
    I watched from my bench
as Daniel began the movement. As soon as his front knee bent to 90
degrees however, I saw the pain in his face. He was brave, he
pretended it wasn’t there, but I had seen it.
    “God, Daniel, your
knee!” I exclaimed, jumping up from my seat.
    “It’s nothing. Don’t
worry about it, it’s nothing,” he replied, sitting on the ground
clutching at his right leg.
    “Don’t lie to me, I
know that’s not nothing.”
    “The pain will go in a
minute.”
    I was shocked by the
amount I cared about this injury.
    “Was it an injury to
your knee, the hockey one?”
    “Yeah.”
    Immediately I went into
doctor mode. Well, wannabe doctor mode I should say, seeing as I
never managed to finish medical school, and never would now.
    “Come here, I want you
to sit down on the bench. Let me help you.”
     
    “I swear, Kylie, it’s
fine.”
    “You’ve been showing me
your skills all day, now it’s time for me to take charge. Get up
and I’m going to help you move over to the bench.”
    I guess my voice must
have held all of the authority I wished it always had, since Daniel
stopped protesting. I sat down next to him and wrapped my arm
around him. I still felt that spark passing between us, but I
forced it away. I had to be serious here, Daniel was dealing with
an injury, a bad one.
    He hobbled over to the
bench and sat down, still wincing. I handed him my bottle of
water.
    “Drink. It won’t do
much, but seeing as I’m not going to give you so much as a 200mg
pill of ibuprofen, you get to consider this water as your
painkillers for a while.”
    Daniel chugged my
water. “Thanks,” he muttered, throwing the empty plastic aside. I
looked at his knee. “Lie down on the bench,” I ordered.
    “What are you going to
do?” Daniel asked.
    “A few tests.”
    Daniel obediently lay
down on the bench. It wasn’t as long as I liked, so I dragged
another one over and had him lie flat along the two benches.
    The first thing I did
was a Lachman test to test Daniel’s ACL. I bent his knee slightly,
stabilized his thigh with my left hand and pulled his shin forward
with my right. I was only too aware of the fact that my left hand
holding his thigh was only inches away from his shaft, I was so
close to his most intimate areas I could feel my breath catching in
my throat. I forced the thoughts away, ordering my body to forget
its desires and focus on the task at hand.
    I instantly knew from
the movement in his leg that his ACL was torn. I was